Daily Yellowstone journal., 1887-08-21

cred q thousand excellencies in his mind
and character now that he had gone. I
did not love him, but was lonely without
him.
One night, six weeks after his depart
ure, his card was handed to me, and I
went down to find him waiting for me In
the drawing room.
"Well, Marjorie, he said, coming for
ward and taking my hand in his, shave
you reconsidered that No of yoursf'
What should sayf I was tired of the
world and the life I lived in il. I
liked Mr.. Cameron-respected him. I
had missed him sorely, but did not love
him.
These thoughts flashed through my
mind as I stood there. At length l drew
away my hand and said, mr.. Cameron
I respect and like you, but l do not love
you. Years ago l was engaged to q man
whom ! thought l loved. / learned that
he was deficient in all traits Of character
that 60 to make up true manhood. Since
then I have never been able to clothe any
man in the robes Of my ideal lover.
/ Knowing this, il you desire, ! viii be
your wife"
He stopped and kissed my forehead.
my darling, my dear one"-his voice
trembling a httle-'T will make you 30
happy; l will love you 80 tenderly that
surely some time your heart will answer
to mine"
And so we were engaged.
He was a strange man, this Hugh
Cameron. Few men would care to win
a wife 30; and often ! thought, as the
wedding preparations went on, how great
his love must be.
We had been married three months.
Everything that money could buy was
mine; but ! wasn't happy. My husband
remembered that I married without low
ing him, and this stood between us.
He seemed to think that expression Of
affection on his part would weary me,
while every day he was growing dearer
to me.
It was not possible to see day after day
what q noble, unselfsh character he was
and not love him; but he was strangely
proud, and waited for my love, not an
noying me meantime with demonstra-
tons Of his own.
There came a day at last when I knew
! loved him even as he loved me.
I was sitting at the piano playing some
dreamy old melody. The door was sud-
denly thrown open and my French maid,
Marie, stood before me wringing her
hands and sobbing: "Oh, madame, Mon
sieur Cameron-he is killed! he Is dead!'
The room seemed to whirl around me,
but ! commanded myself.
"Huh your crying, Mariei What do
you meanl Will you tell me what you
sawf'I said, sternly, grasping her arm
with q force that frightened her.
The new mansion at the corner! A
stone-it fell on monsieur as he was pass.
ingr'
Her voice sounded far away, the room
grew very dark, a voice rang in my ears,
He is killed! be Is dead!" and I became
unconscious.
''Why, little wife, open your eyes.
am not hurtl"
The well known voice and the power.
full ammonia, which I hate, brought me
to my senses again. I was lying on the
sofa, Hugh wa holding my head, whils
Marie applied the ammonia I sat up.
''What does all this mean ?" I asked.
only this" my husband answered,
81 was passing the new building at thu
corner, when q marble window sill fell
I should have been killed, but, by {
strange circumstance, at that moment
tripped on a loose brick and fell. tn,
sill missed me by o hands breadth. Ma
ne supposed, when I fell, that ! wa
killed, and Cooking severely at her) with
out waiting to ASCERTAIN, rushed off ant
frightened you into a fainting At"
Marie began to cry.
"Never mind. Marie" said I. ''Ther,
is no damage done; you may go now"
After she had gone / turned to my hus
band and said: Hugh, it would hav'
killed me. Oh, my husband, i low
you!" And l, too, began to cry.
A wonderful light shone forth from hi
eyes.
Marjorie, my darling, is it truer'-
laying my head on his shoulder. "Lool
into my eyes, little one, and say it again.
l blushed like Q girl, as l looked int
his fond eyes gazing into mine, and re
piled: II think I have loved you a goo
while, only Marie was the means of show
ing me how much"
AT last! my darling, my darling!"
We sat there in the twilight, the Bills
unutterable of perfect love filing on
hearts.
And so 1t is now. There is silver il
my hair, and my husbands is quite gray
but the love that was revealed to me tina
day has never grown less.